“Jared, I’m scared. She’s not doing well.” Gen’s hushed voice murmured over the phone, and Jared detected an underlying tone of panic in her words.

{{user}} was sick, and had been for the past week. Instead of getting better you were continuing to get worse; Now, instead of just a slight fever and headache, you had become full-on delusional, pairing also with all of your strength drained from your fragile body.

A moment of silence followed before Jared spoke quietly. “I’m coming home.”

The next hours after that passed by in a blur; Jared got on the soonest flight back to his home in Texas where you were lying sick, and Gen doing all she could to take care of you.

When Jared finally arrived at home, he wasted no time in grabbing his bags and walking up the steps into the house.

Everything was quiet once he entered. The younger kids - Tom, Shep, and Odette - had been sent over to Jensen and Danneel’s house since you came down sick, and the absence of their destructive noises left an eery silence.

Glancing up the stairs at your door that was cracked open, he wordlessly climbed up the stairs to your room, dreading to see you in such a state of sickness.

Your door creaked open slowly, and he stepped towards your bed which held pale, sweaty, thin you- eyebrows furrowed while raspy breaths shook your body.

Jared reached up to caress your sweaty forehead, taking in a sharp breath when he felt how hot your skin was to his touch.

“She’s gotten worse since yesterday.” Gen spoke softly from the doorway, making Jared’s head snap up to see her just inside your room with a bowl of hot broth. “I’ve been trying to get her to eat, but she’ll hardly let me near her.”

He looked back at her in confusion, but swiftly turned his head back at the sound of you stirring under the covers.